the skies are shifting.

the brightest stars are over your head now, aren't they?

and here i sit,
with a cluster of crestfallen storm clouds
and extinguished stars
dancing above my head,
mocking me,
telling me
screaming at me
that i should have done it
while i had the chance.

but it's too late now.

because the skies are shifting,
and you are a million miles
above me
with the brightest of stars
and lightest of clouds,
clinking champagne glasses
and toasting
to a bright future.

you're moving on.

i guess it's time i do, too.

but it's hard.

because you
were the person who i always trusted
to brush the storm clouds away
and, in their place,
paint luscious streaks of white
with the patterns of your soul.

but you're moving on.

the skies are shifting,
and here i will sit
with a cluster of crestfallen storm clouds
and extinguished stars
dancing above my head,
mocking me,
telling me
screaming at me
that i should have done it
while i had the chance.

(a.m.)